Lyrics:
grab that
Like Mr. Long, my brother from another mother
Yo check it out
(Bounce, make it bounce, make it bounce, see'mon!)
Speak to your speaker,
heart of a king
Turn my voice up
Ayo, the brother's Stillmatic
I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
They thought I'll
heart of a king
Turn my voice up
Ayo, the brother's Stillmatic
I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
They thought I'll
a futon
But the truth be told
I'm thick font on point and bold
I break the mold, I bend don't fold
My soul has been controlled
By the creator
Hit a brother
Mama moved us to Georgia, when I was like six
Got jumped and hung from a tree by some white kids
They left me there to die that's when I knew life
after who, I know it's not me (Not me)
I'm on the highway to heaven going top speed (Top speed)
I got my brothers in here with me, and they by me (By me)
world
You and my brother will never be far from my mind
And though Walker may have taken the glory
History was made by a much bigger story
You were never
so no dripping would show
When they carried out the coffin and hoisted it below
By next Tuesday David's end of the graveyard was noticeably
of their faces
United we stand
I told you my brother
Last week they killed a black man
Next week there be another
By some undercover
With a hidden agenda
He
Joyland walker just fleed on them
And they released 80 rounds
On the scene
On him damn
To be equal what we always wanted
But you show us that equal
Never
with the chrome double 4's
It's the Queens New Yorker with a bulletproof parka
In eighty-four, it was Calvins and British Walkers
Now I'm sippin'
licensed by midway but I don't feel like playing rounds
I'm pouring lean in Wisconsin baby ima brewer
Know i got it from the bottom not the mud I'm from
a true drop
of rhymes my coltivation
atracting more brothers then Kennedy Station
resigning I'll refine my lines
and poor the metaphore while the blind
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1.Monkeys, Whales, Bugs
I'm just looking for some water
NOVAGANG, we creeping, yeah, we lurking
I'ma ride, I'ma die for my brothers
Hit the gas then speed off, I'm racing
Ran
the "dark", "five arch angel" with heart
Ain't "no love without hate", can you tell 'em apart?
It's "bloody choices" from prophetic voices
Anointed by
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's malik my hobby's putting
talk about my race on the whole first album
But black vs white bullshit was the still the outcome
How come these motherfuckers can't seem to let it go
albums on his wish list
Love to listen far from reality, love the distance
Yeah in his mind them world was better
Felt his reality was lesser
Expressed in
When you're weary, feelin small
And tears are in your eyes
I will dry them all
I am by your side
When times get tough
And friends just can't be found
pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat
Now, you poppin' up with the jokes, I'm dead, I'm asleep
I just left from over by y'all puttin' pen
I ain't impressed by a killer
I'm impressed by a hustler who's taking care his mother and his brother
And his significant other
Put his niggas in
Lebanon,
His people died by the Missile
A white boy I know,
His brother died sniffin' crystal
Different mothers
And different colors
That ain't
color yet they're turning red from the blood shed by their fellow brothers
I see my sisters struggle for assistance from their fellow sisters and get
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